.:Come follow:.

The dawn of a new day had awaken. Though, the peaceful warmth of the rising sun would not last long. Dark clouds still loomed high, threatening the still growing playground. Near the edge, a tall protrusion served as a watch tower.
Ecco stood tall, looking for any movements in the distance. During the long night, the land was not the only one to mutate. The once useless arm now donned full armor, from shoulder to fingertip. Thin vines appeared to cover the sleek mechanics, shedding its own life with every twitch. The bulk of it shielded her shoulder with thick, worn plates. Narrow spikes protruded from crevices, providing a useful shield.
Besides her arm, only her energy had changed. Focus was deep, past any distractions. Ecco did not stand still, rather, she absorbed all that was around her. Every change was processed, keeping track of the natural order. So that when something unnatural…
A blurred line over the hill… out of tune…
..shaking shadows not of this world…
…mechanical edge of Aether…
…once mortal soul or Lasrevinu…
…crimson trail. Caught her eye…
The raven once had stealth. She would no longer stand still.
Blood lust must be a fulfilling sin. With a fanged grin, sword was drawn and first leap taken. The dawn turned it’s back, making way for dark to hit light.


The day would take a neutral stand. Both knew that the already dead Corvus would never leave Aether. What he didn’t know was Ecco’s exposed weakness would bring what he wanted back. ((((if he would have kept his mind open and listened, he would hear this ringing loud in the forefront of Eccos thoughts.)))))
As soon as he unsightly crimson shadow hit the edge of the wasteland, Ecco bounded deeper into the thickening fog. Corvus rose up, slow at first.
“… ” Katanas already in hand, he had to stop, carefully stepping off the green grass and into the barren jungle.
“Useless waste of time and energy.” He muttered. His pace picked up, already jumping over bottomless cracks.
Rain started to fall, blocking any other sounds. But just around the first crater, the bell had tolled. Metal against metal. Ecco and Corvus balanced a thin line of pushing over what little stable ground was left.

The pallasch seared into the thrusting katana, sparking as Ecco heaved all her weight into it. As yet unbalanced, Corvus swung his other blade down across the losing katana. The added strength pushed Ecco back, slowly dragging her feet over the dry sand. A pitfall was just a stumble away from her back foot.
Suddenly, a clean spin of the pallasch pointed its tip downwards. With a quick push of her shoulder, she got under both katanas and broke the shield. Corvus fell back, but didn’t let his guard down. He dashed forward, burning blades held high and ready to fall on target.
Ecco grinned, shielding herself with the new armor. Corvus fell in, one blade at either side of her elbow in hopes of crushing her. With a thud, the blades hit, accomplishing nothing. Eccos eyes peered up, gleaming at the aggravated rival. Hidden, she tried to sneak in a low thrust of the sword. Just in time, Corvus kicked it away, dropping the katanas to his side. He retreated back, grimacing as he analyzed what he was up against.

“You haven’t made a dent.” She remarked, mirroring his dropped arms.

Corvus lifted his chin, unimpressed. “And you?” He took a deep breath, and his eyes glowed bright crimson. With one outstretched hand, he pointed his blade first at Ecco, then swung it harshly upwards. His feet ran again towards her, but lifted up and vaulted over her, his cape sweeping dramatically behind him as he landed on a short pillar.

Ecco spun around, leaving no time before she too was in the air.


Entrapped in a maze, old rivals ensued once again in a true fight. Ecco landed next to Corvus. Lightning was building up in the heavy clouds. He lunged, batting her away with one clean strike. She returned, skipping him like a rock as ringing metal sounded throughout the empty land.
And so they danced, striking with all their strength only to be swiftly blocked with a returning hit.

Just one scratch… Tireless, Ecco ducked an incoming. Spin. Jump over. She intercepted one swing with her arm. He followed with an uppercut. For a moment, all she could see was the clean metal. Far past the point of caring, she grabbed the blade straight on. She yanked him close and forced the tip of the pallasch into an already close leg. Without a wince he flung her off as he dropped down to level ground. She fell back a few steps, letting out a sigh of relief. The peace lasted only a second; Corvus was on the run.

We are so impatient. She smirked. Only one glimpse and he was gone, nothing seemed to be moving.
“Hmph.” The smile disappeared as she crouched down, then vaulted through the air to the last pillar he passed. Claws dug into the hard surface as she landed, sending shatters to the ground. A quick look around found nothing before she peered over the edge.

Too late. Corvus already sliced through the trunk, stepping back as it toppled down into a pit.

Pillar fell faster than element, leaving no trace of a sound as it got sucked into the depths. Ecco didn’t look back. Just as she reached the edge she caught Corvus’ eye. Stopping dead in her fall, she hovered defiantly. Muscles in her face twitched in anger as she threw her sword away.

“Miss Xile…dropping out so fast?” A smug smile melted into a hollow laugh as he looked down on her.

Never. She growled, tightening as she silently gathered energy. She thrust her hands forward with unseen speed, shattering the ground beneath his feet. Sheer force from the sudden attack blasted him back, slamming him against the foot of a large spire. Only pebbles managed to break off from the impact.

Thunder roared, lightning crashed. Nothing with color was left, just dimming crimson eyes. Pulling himself up, Corvus still had drive. He stiffly threw back the disintegrating fabric of his cape. Looking up, he could see fast movements in the pillars.
Relentless… He spun around and ran up the pillar. A swirl of tattered shadows followed, sweeping off his cape. Just as Ecco landed close by, he was standing in a flurry of chaos.

Not one dent… The muscles in his arms tightened, katanas shaking violently in his trembling hands.

“Arghhhh!” He swung one arm back, shadows around him gathering close to the blade. Without a care he dropped the other sword, clasping both hands firmly around the hilt. His breathing was heavy, fangs gleaming with hunger at every strike of lightning. Not sparing a moment, he swung the blade back in Ecco’s direction. Surrounding pillars and boulders crackled and got sucked into the sweeping energy.

Though unprepared, Ecco threw up her hands as her feet slowly dragged back. A shield of pulsing light and shadow surrounded her, slowly expanding though the attack kept coming.

As soon as he saw this, Corvus threw the sword aside.
“AGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” With a violent scream he arched his back, pure black energy shooting around him and straight at Ecco.

“Ahh!” Her shield broke immediately, the energy whipping past her. She dropped down, trying to grab at the pillar. But it was too late. The pillar broke apart beneath her, sending her through the air and into the distance.

“Hmph.” The energy around Corvus broke up, and he jumped down to the ground. A smile cut across his tired face, just as the rain fell down.
“Haha…hahhaha! Not so invincible now!” He picked up the fallen swords and ran in the direction Ecco went, his maniacal laughter fading in the downpour.


The rain came down in a softer rhythm, the lightning letting up. Corvus reached a long, narrow bridge over a wide open pit. With the rain, he couldn’t see the other side.
“Ingenious, Ms. Xile, picking the most obvious hiding spot.” He trudged forward, splashing through growing puddles. As he neared the bridge, he noticed ashes piling in the corners, perhaps surrounding the whole thing.

“Hmm..” He jumped forth, landing right on the edge. His assumption was so far true. Eyes thoroughly searching what could be seen, he started the long walk over the bridge no wider than his arm span.


Far from hidden, EccoXile was being watched. In a different realm, beings without a distinct form pulsed with curiosity, gathering around images, windows looking into the fight. Fingers were dragging across screens made of solid air, pulling up words, lines, shapes …too alien to be recognizable. Whispers were suddenly hushed, everyone pulling back to a single screen.


The silence was broken by low rumbling. Corvus was too impatient, and sped up with the loudening. Then he saw movement, far off though. Something moving in the air. Then again, with a loud crack. Closer this time, a volcanic burst sent ash raining down. Booming thunder, and another burst. And another, each growing closer and switching sides of the bridge. Yet he kept on, even as the eruptions went right past him, following the length of the bridge. When it seemed to have stopped, the tenseness in his grip loosened.
Suddenly he tripped, falling to his knees.
“What disturbance is this?” He growled, swiftly getting back up. As he did, something yanked on his ankle, forcing him to his hands and knees.
“Gragh!” He twisted around to grab whatever was holding him. But it vanished,
“… ” He cautiously pulled his leg back.

“Uh-uh-uh!” From the other side, a tattered body jumped up and pinned him down.
“Your just where I want you.” with one foot on his chest, Ecco stood up, laughing to herself. Her clothes were torn, and body equally so as it jumped between form and swimming elements. One thing could be seen clearly. Glowing red eyes, piercing through him like stone.

“I don’t think so!” Corvus jumped up to his feet, pushing her back as he sparred her further back. Countless strike after strike was sent at her, but still she deflected every one. He stopped, backing up with heavy breaths.

“Has your battery run out yet?” Ecco smirked. Tireless, she drew back her sword, ready to strike.

“No…”He glared at her. “No! I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!” He jumped, both swords fighting back her one. He pushed closer, then with one quick motion grabbed her sword. Blood spilled from his hand as he jumped over the edge, pushing Ecco down ahead of him.

“Your just a machine! Your sole purpose is to kill, and your far, far from it!” Soon Ecco was the only source of light, trailing off of her as she willingly free fell.

“And what is your purpose?” Corvus countered.

Ecco faced him, grinning. “I am a traveler. We go where we are needed. Not just to fight, but to grow, learn, and help others for the good of the people.”

“Do I not fight for the same? Getting rid of the Shattered Halo to help those you constantly kill?” He questioned.

“No!!!” Her smile turned to anger, but before she could strike, Corvus already had. Blade sliced across her bare shoulder, dragging to below her neck. She didn’t move, but the light and shadows did. Once again they grew tight around her and into her skin. The wound was already gone, not a drop of blood.

“What…” Corvus took back his blade, inspecting it. Nothing. He looked back at her, expecting some devilish grin. But all he saw was anger. He struck again, slashing and tearing her up as much as he could.

“I can assure you, that’s nothing short of annoying…”

“WHAT am I cutting into?!” He thrust both swords straight through her, but she grabbed them and pulled right back out.

Memories. She ripped both katanas out of his hands, throwing them behind her as the fell into the darkness. He lunged for them, but she calmly held out one hand and grabbed his collar.
“That’s all I am. All I ever was.”
She pulled him up, looking at his empty eyes. Weak and speechless, he no longer resisted. She thrust her armoured hand into his chest, blood pouring out as the black swirled into white. The darkness was no more, as the entire pit glowed. The walls were covered in ash, and steaming holes littered the floor. Ecco let the two drop down, as they were only feet off the floor.

“Remember last time?” She gripped him tighter, leaving him gasping for air. Her arm glowed, though now it was grey. Energy pulsed around them, shaking the loose ash off the walls.
“Maybe not, you’re not the same Corvus.” His hands came up and tried to pry her off, but his fingers were shaking. She looked down at him, almost sorrowfully.
“You asked me to kill you. I was reluctant.” With a twist of her wrist, his hands finally dropped. She kneeled down, lying him on the ground in a pool of blood.
“I’ll do you a favor. Ask me to finish this, and I will have a small bit of respect for you.” She whispered, waiting for some kind of reply. But he didn’t move.

Fool, I know your still alive. She twisted her hand inside of him, shadow and blood covering her arm. Jumping to her feet, she pulled her hand violently out. A cracking explosion of energy instantly engulfed them both. The burst of energy expanded out of the pit, a dark orb with flickers of lightning. The rain stopped, the clouds parted. The entire battleground was engulfed in an instant. And with one final boom, dissipated.

Blue skies, green grass.


The battle ended, and I sensed there was a calm back on Chama as well. There were a few stops to be made before I could return.

Disposing of the body was the first task. I well knew that few children of Lasrevinu ever got out of it. Bringing an outsiders body into it could leave a heavy mark. As a child, stories were told of a realm that created all others. The Itrins inhabited it, and watched over all other realms. I knew they would appreciate, and protect the body…should he ever awaken.
Getting there took all but an instant. Once inside…I found myself more lost than ever. I was inside a high ceiling building, glass panes letting in light from a field of stars. A silver interior bustled with life as all types of creatures scurried about.
As if blinded, all I could do was drop him at the foot of the first person I saw. He wore a heavy jade robe, and carried a long wooden staff. Dark eyes looked first at me, then at the body. Seeing the blood still on my arm, he gave a nod. He tapped the staff on the ground once. A huge bird zipped up out of nowhere, dropping his claws around the body. The man pointed me towards a wall of several portals, then swiftly left. Unsure, but without a choice, I walked into the first portal I saw.

Refero Exsul. Finally figured it out?

An ethereal voice boomed. Inside a dazzling glass paned sphere, Ecco stood on a floating bridge. On the other end was a disk. Though she didn’t know it, the same beings that had watched her fight stood before her now. Ecco walked towards them, all almost twice her size. They each glowed with light, dressed in elaborate costumes. Though stunned, their question rang again in her head.

“Sapientia…not yet. The last pages I read before exile…

All of it’s offerings will be unfurled to you in time. Now they spoke individually, calming the atmosphere.

“The vivificus, a neutral element…the death of it’s people…” Her voice was quiet as thoughts surfaced that she didn’t have time to think about until now.

The vivificus held the beginning. One stepped forth, shrinking down to Ecco’s size. She held out her fragile hands, bringing them apart. She closed them, and they seemed to glow brighter for a moment. When she opened them, one black ring floated above each. Gracefully, her hands came together, palms facing in. The rings pulled together, spinning close until they were one.
Now, She motioned her hands downwards, pulling up Eccos own without touching them. She slid her hands around Ecco’s until they cupped together under the ring. You will hold the end.

Ecco stood still, unsure of what to say. And all she had heard told her she didn’t want this ring.

Dear child… Anther being stepped forth, as the other backed away. He looked sternly into Ecco’s lost eyes. You out-lasted your given species. Delivered and defied death. Taken under the watch of Sireh even! You are anything but the mortal creatures of this recent journey. Don’t deny what you are, it has been so clearly revealed.

Someone else chimed in. This is not our final gift to you. The peragros have yet to perish. But Aether is ready for it’s rebirth.

Ecco closed her eyes, looking for undisturbed thoughts. Alas, she only had one choice.


My first visit to the fabled realm would not let me come out empty handed. As soon as I accepted the offer, I was back where I started. Not allowed to leave so soon, the natives pulled me in and tried to give me a sense of direction in the immense realm. Instead, I left them more lost than I had been.

In one moment I was walking amongst people not unlike those I grew up with. In the next, I was walking down streets, facing a familiar monument of a bustling city.


Dark and Light. Black and white. Cold, hot; death, life; Evil, good; mystery, safety. Negative, positive.
We walk a thin line between the extremes, choosing which side we would rather glean.


Someone was known to quickly learn their lesson. She had let a fight slide by just once, not defending herself-not pushing back. A decade passed. No more fights arose as she fended for herself, leading a solitary life. Along the way she would find different trainers, taking in as much as she could in the shortest time possible. Then, she moved on. Those that once fought her thought she was gone.

Playing tricks was natural instinct for EccoXile.

Without knowing it, she was preparing for the battle to come. In her mind, she was merely trying to cope without her parents guideance. Without anything close to a friend back home, she didn’t dare return. Not until she knew why they dejected her.

Twelve szns young. Barely a breath to the wise peragros. She was getting close to the home base, trying to catch onto more whisperings. There were plenty. But not from the people…from the spirits. And they lead her swiftly into a treasure grove of secrets. An abandonned altar, housing the Sapientia. The book of Aether.

Finally she knew it was time to stand still. From dawn to dusk she would train. Sometimes a fellow traveler would cross her path, giving her a sparring match. When the day was done, she retired to the book. Reading by light, hiding by shadow.

Alas, time wouldn’t stand up to a lifetime of hiding. And neither would her spirit. It was time to make day trips to the more active planets of Aether. At first it was Fontisqua. Recalling stories, she knew the people to be peaceful. In it’s thick cities, it didn’t take long to catch up on the latest. Talk of Omnitos on Potentia arose, and it was time to move on. By now, she was fourteen.

Rumored the most populated city of Aether, it was easy to understand there were conflicts. They were power hungry, and there wasn’t much more to it than that. Certain status leaders were standing in others way, and mostly over land or relics. Ecco had a hunch there was more going on, but omnitonians were too shallow to bother digging out.

Her father once warned her about Vis Vires, constant enemy of Omnitos. Regardless, she ventured there once. Instantly she was shocked by the wealth of information rolling past her ears. With so much to delve into, she didn’t mind having to drop her guard for a little more.
It was a mistake she wouldn’t make again.
Returning to the altar like every night, she could sense unease all around her. Stepping into the altar, a flock of black birds burst out the door. She was used to white ones coming in every night, but not this. Sapientia was still there, much to her relief. When she gently lifted it’s cover, a stray wind blew it open, until it lay dead flat to a page she had never seen. Prophecies of the peragros end.

Of course, the wind gave her no time to read more than that. With a jump back, her senses were jumping. But all she could only feel the air getting tense. Tighter breathing, smaller steps. Slowly she drew her hand to the cover, gently holding it as she took one last look around. Nothing. Fingers on the edge, she lifted. Nothing. Digging deeper she tried again…nothing. With a sigh she stepped back again. There was no arguing with the spirits. Tonight she was on her own. As she left, she took a look around. A white bird was stationed on the roof, eyes piercing through the darkness. Ecco smiled, knowing atleast something was safe. Drawing a tear, she ventured away from her home into the unknown.

(unfinished symphony)

Within the city, tension was rising. A small arena was host to young travelers as they learned new tricks. A teacher looked on as his students learned to control their mind and body to move simple objects. Ecco held a glass sphere, a blue gas dimming within it. The other children had their own, but theirs were brighter. Yelling and laughing, they tossed balls between each other. The other children weren’t letting Ecco get near them, expressing utter disgust at her every attempt to jump in. Unable to avoid her persistence, they could only use words to throw her off. She would have stood up against them, but ,being the youngest, she let them take advantage of her. At first she goes on with solo training, but she soon found it hard to concentrate with them there. In a fury, she left the arena. A strong gust of building power trailed behind her, catching everyone’s attention. The teacher, shocked, hurried the others out a different exit, leaving them in a resting garden. He rushed to the castle to call upon Nemul, begging her to find the troublesome child. It wasn’t hard to find her, sitting at the bottom of the great waterfall. Staring up at the world above her, she didn’t notice Nemul coming.

At this point, Nemul well knew that the child repelled personal questions more than anything. But, she did have an insatiable thirst for knowledge.
“Have you ever been up there?” She asked as she sat on the edge of the pool.

Unsure of what her mother -whom she hadn’t seen for half a szn- wanted of her, Ecco said nothing.

“Of course not, no one goes up there.” with a smile she turned her head up towards the majestic island. “Not even the most powerful peragro.”
Now Ecco turned around, not quite believing her smug mother.
“Oh, you don’t believe me?” Nemul looked down, but as always, it was impossible to tell if she was lying with the blind.

“I’ll go up there right now!” Ecco jumped to her feet with a cocky grin.

“…I could say that it’s prohibited…” She sighed.

“But you know that never works.”

With a frown, Nemul got up and stepped away from the pool. She looked down at Ecco, crossing her arms behind her back.”Now it’s time to listen though. Because I didn’t say your overlookers have prohibited it.”

Ecco jumped down, rushing to Nemuls side.”Then it was keepers of Propriss? Or of Yeroqui?”

“Oh Crea, no! This is from an ancient creed. And you…” She lingered for a moment, “have been training far too much to know better.”

“But…the other kids…” Ecco stuttered, unable to look at Nemul. “They have all outranked me yet I am forced to drag on their heels. If I study laws and religions and orders…I’ll never catch up!”

Nemul listened, grinning as she tried not to laugh. “Ahh child, the universe doesn’t revolve around power.” She started walking into the city, with a graceful calm Ecco couldn’t understand.
“Now come, it’s time for a different kind of lesson.”

Do you know why this city is empty, child?

It’s training grounds, why would anyone want to be here?

You mean…this entire city…is for you and your peers to play in?
No, you never see mature peragros here, except for in the palace and as teachers.

But you’re here now!

And for that I am thankful. Ancient spirits lie here, and I’m sure watching my every step.

Do they trust me?


But not you…why is that?

I might destroy it, like the people before me tried to do. When this planet was first settled, this city was the first to rise. The results of their labor is exactly what you see right now. Only the natural growth of nature has changed the land. The spirits of those who poured their life into the soil are still here, up keeping the pristine beauty before us. Of course, change was something they wouldn’t give into…in life or death.

When new generations came, they tried using the grounds as a stake in their gambling. They would take down this to make room for that, bring in hundreds of these to hide those. And so it went on. Spirits are strong fighters. Especially in their numbers. And their willpower. Not to mention, the natural strengthening balance of the city. Or, it was. That balance was slowly being sucked away as high rollers saw gold in their eyes, not in their hearts.

Naturally, war had broke out. Luckily, it lasted a mere cycl before the newcomers gave up. They moved on, forgetting their mistake. The spirits were content, the land was content.



That explains nothing about why I can’t go up the falls. I get that I’m too young to do any harm down here.

Precisely. As for up there…it’s a mystery. After the emptying of the land, anyone that tried to go was immediately forced back down. All we know is that we aren’t wanted up there. It’s enough we still have the palace.

Hmph, I’ll show them. One day I’ll see what they’ve been hiding.

Long after life you will.

Uh-uh! I’ll have plenty of life. Not only that, but I’ll use these grounds. Not for wagering, but for what I use them as now. These spirits are right wasteful if we can only be here for a short time of our lives.

Ambitious child. You live in a big realm, there’s an endless ocean of stars left to see.

: Ecco leaves Aeripacis :

Ecco and Nemul get to the front door of the castle. Regno is leaving again for more traveling. Ecco and Nemul proceed inside. (This is an important event- but not the time when Mark, Bali and Lucis/Cali as ancients are there, that’s Ecco’s birth) Bali is trying to find Ecco. Someone is warning Nemul of her child’s abilities and that she’s a monstrosity. A supposed very formal event was ruined. After all passes, the two are in a hallway at the top. Daylight floods into the long empty hallway. Nemul is sitting on the floor, Ecco standing in front of her.

Nemul wishes that she had taught Ecco how to travel, without saying it outright. She thinks Ecco can only go from one end of a building to the other-which is a lot and very difficult for her, peragros don’t travel even to other worlds until much older.

Ecco looks sad, but plays it falsely. She stops Nemul at a point, saying she’s sorry. Where would she wish that Ecco was? (asked in a way that expects any answer.)

Nemul smiles and states a realm, which she doesn’t expect Ecco to know. She goes into a dream stance, and Ecco beckons her to lean closer. She puts her small hands on either side of her mother’s head, sharing a moment. Still playing it false, she traces one cheekbone and up her nose bridge, sneaking her fingers under the blind. Nemul pulls back slightly, as light spills over Ecco for a moment. She pulls back and smiles.

Ahh, I’ve been there. She cocks her head to the side and grins, bringing down the facade she put up. Nemul doesn’t know how to respond.

No goodbyes are said, Ecco turns and runs towards the sun, a large tear almost invisible against the light.

Immediately a tear opens behind Nemul, as she is frozen in awe. Shadows come up and grab her arms, lifting her up to her feet. Others come in, staying behind her and not saying a word. A loud footstep comes in, breaking the silence. Nemul straightens and all eyes are on her. Bali marches past her, rushing down the hall.

Did you send her off? His angered voice boomed down the hall, as he reached out both hands, searching for where the tear had been.

When she saw his hands searching, she slowly brought her hands up to her face, trying not to make as if she was running away. The soldiers eyebrows twitched but she kept an unknowing expression. Bali impatiently drew closer to the light. She slide one hand over her temple, then yanked off her blind.

Outside the palace, all that could be seen was white.


Nemul would oft pass by her child, hidden from view. But just a quick glance was all it took.

Hanging off the balance bars, three szns young. A yet ungraceful Ecco takes a deep breathe, looking through the windw of the tall classroom. Near the top was a view of a wide bridge between buildings, vines dripping over it’s edge. A quick glint of light froze her, a round disk. Nemul. Slow, paced steps away from her, almost dragging the large disk on the ground. A smear of red.

She almost fell off the bars. The light never killed mortals. It never danced in blood.

.:Lucis’ Final Letter:.

Tredecim: The otiosa war is over. As the last standing Praetorius to escape Aethers dead winds, I grant you my final words.

Please post this as a public notice. To all those that believe in life, who cherish it. To those that accept, challenge, and grow. For the eyes of those that seek answers, and the hearts of those who know love.


In Aether’s youth, in it’s golden age, there was perfect harmony. Sapientia holds all of this, unstained. It shall never be forgotten for the achievements it made, for the rich knowledge released unto Lasrevinu. Creation started the book, then the Peragros. We know where it went.
My past is there now as well.

Yes, this means the book is out of EccoXile’s grasp. I could not break my silent vow of keeping her guardians upbringing from her.

I kept out one part. It is written as ” Sireh excepi Luci et Calig caveo Refero Exsul.” If you can find It, ask Markandeya Letum for the formal transcription. Only so much can be written here. (No, It will not die in the downfall. It is too strong and proud. Please forgive It for any misfortunes It may have brought. Markandeya is much deeper than anyone knows.)

Sireh invited me to his castle in the barren desert the same way all are. By unknown force. Cali was already there, they had been acquainted for some time. But for the creation of the Vivificus, a shadow and light were needed. Time narrowed the followings down to me, the perfect match for the shadow element Caligo. Together the anointed guardians of what was to be known as Refero Exsul. The words drove all fears out of me. Sireh was not to be taken lightly, nor was this task. There was absolutely no options.

I was another tactical weapon in Creations arsenal.

I, Lucis….was a weapon. An object. I was manipulated before my coming into Lasrevinu.

Lucis was a destined fate.


Bearing these first words in mind, the rest of Sirehs words were hard to follow, I was already overwhelmed.

Listen, you can hear these words. Feel the blood coursing through your veins. Yes, mortals fit into this. It was a long first meeting with Death. But what must be known right now is the immediate tragedy.

Is Placidus a fate? For EccoXile, you thought it was.

It didn’t have to be.

Brought into a different realm, it wouldn’t have been. Outside the watchful eyes of Peragros, namely Belenus Mawr and Markendeya Letum. Do we blame them for the downfall of Aether? No.

Sireh told Caligo and I that though we knew fate could change, the events had already begun. We could have destroyed Vivificus, or the bearers Nemul Micans and Regno Dominatus. Sireh even invited us to do just that. A silence. He grinned. I cannot say here as to why this is. The answer will come after The Fate is met.

Immediately we knew the tragedy of this Exsul’s life. We were to be sole guardians of a child that will be downtrodden. Called a monster and exiled for it. Impossibly alive under straining circumstances, this Exsul was a perfect fusion of light and dark. Or would be, we could only be witness to a near balance.
This child was given no chance based on ancient powers and unchanging rules. Based on a lack of belief. Even the bearers were skeptical under their facade.
Nemul and Regno were unable to save their child because they refused to push further. The guardians had to be witness to an orphan. We would see first hand the push into training, the endless learning. EccoXiles intelligence was brought by force.

There is a reason the Exile caused more harm than imaginable. Because Caligo and I, Lucis, were unable to offer any life to this child. It would be emotionless. A revenge seeker. Knowing not love, happiness, nor peace.

We unwillingly raised a born murderer with no passion for anything but revenge.

Untrue? She was allied with others in many a good fight, saving so many. She was whisked away into a mortal universe even. Mortal lives could not change her. Hope could not release her. Too many times she fell, with only herself to raise back up.


Caligo was not hopeless. We never were. What were we hoping for?

For this. An understanding. Placidus was unavoidable. EccoXile was driven to it through Creations hands. So we helped. That is what the purpose of our guardianship was. To nurture a neutral element until it’s true birth. Then, that soul and ours would be put back into Creations stream. We lived to die. Without Aether’s last stand, it still would have happened. No life could save her.

Now you may wonder what purpose this is meant to serve. Why did one soul change an entire realms and more? Nothing of impact passes by quietly. Vivificus was one step. Refero Exsul was another. Placidus is not the last.
Creation has put the seal on the legendary Sapientia. There is no going back. They know the outcome of EccoXile’s last stand, and have put it as the last of Aether. Soon the realm will be reborn, with help from Sireh’s sister.

The last words in that meeting were the same as the last words to be installed in Sapientia.

” Sireh excepi Placidus caveo Lasrevinu.”


Caligo left our vision long ago, it is time to follow.

-Spres anchora vitae, Lucis

otiosa- calm, undisturbed, neutral, free

praetorius- general’s bodyguard

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